Thursday, 22 November 2018

Ding-Dong Not So Merrily With May...

It being the season of goodwill an' all that, this Gargoyle has taken it upon herself to compose a little Christmas ditty for the attention of our beloved bleeder...ooops sorry...'leader'...Theresa May...*spits*...

This is best read to the tune of...'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen'...

A question Dear Theresa May

How do you sleep at night

Knowing that your policies

Put people's lives in plight?

I suggest quite easily

For one who can so breezily

Deprive us of comfort and joy

All hope you destroy

As you deprive us of comfort and joy

Can you relax when bedroom tax

Is lurking at your door

Course you can 'cos it's not you

Who struggles to afford

All the things that we are losing

At your whim and by your choosing

Do you wonder why you are so abhorred

So abhorred

If we could we'd abhor you even more

Libraries shutting

Health Care struggling

Businesses closed down

Mentally disabled each victims of your plan

To cut the cost of public spending

By our lives prematurely ending

Happy now you've run us into the ground

Into the ground

And sadly come the end you're still around!!

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 


  1. I am still hoping that brexit will do what most of us pray for and remove her from office! Not that her replacement will be any better!